Hardy Cathcart:
How I detest the dawn. The grass always looks like it's been left out all night.
Bradford Galt:
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There goes my last lead. I feel all dead inside. I'm backed up in a dark corner, and I don't know who's hitting me.
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Bradford Galt:
I'm clean as a peeled egg. No debts, no angry husbands, no payoffs... nothin'.
Bradford Galt:
I can be framed easier than "Whistler's Mother".
Bradford Galt:
One thing led to another, and he led with his right.
Hardy Cathcart:
[whispering] Tell him you need two hundred dollars to leave town.
Stauffer, alias Fred Foss:
[on the phone to Galt] I need two yards, powder money.
Mrs. Kingsley:
Isn't my Turner divine? Look at it! It grows on you.
Hardy Cathcart:
You make it sound like a species of fungus.
Hardy Cathcart:
I found the portrait long before I met Mari. And I worshipped it. When I did meet her, it was as if I'd always known her... and wanted her.
Woman in Gallery:
Oh, how romantic.
Hardy Cathcart:
If you prefer to be maudlin about it, perhaps.
Miss Dennis, Saleswoman:
This is one of Donatello's finest pieces.
Bradford Galt:
How much is it?
Miss Dennis, Saleswoman:
$40,
Bradford Galt:
Wrap it up.
Policeman in Galleries:
Hey, Mac. Do you suppose anybody in his right mind ever buys a piece of junk like that?
Policeman in Galleries:
Sure they do. That is "aht."
Stauffer, alias Fred Foss:
It didn't work. It was a busto-crusto.
Hardy Cathcart:
Take, uh, Tony for instance. I'd never imagine him to be interested in... Lucy Wilding, but he is.
Mari Cathcart:
It's not true! He's always loathed her.
Hardy Cathcart:
He loathed her rather intimately, I'm afraid.
Kathleen:
You should have William Powell for a secretary.
Bradford Galt:
William Powell... who's he?
Kathleen:
Don't ya ever go to the movies? He's a detective, in "The Thin Man."
Hardy Cathcart:
The enjoyment of art is the only remaining ecstasy that is neither immoral nor illegal.
Kathleen:
My father was a major-league umpire. Well, what else
[at the Tudor Penny Arcade]
Kathleen:
can I beat you at?
Bradford Galt:
What other kinds of games do you like to play? You know, we've got some great playgrounds up around 52nd Street.
Kathleen:
Among them your apartment?
Bradford Galt:
Why, just a coincidence.
Kathleen:
I haven't worked for you very long, Mr. Galt, but I know when you're pitching a curve at me, and I always carry a catcher's mitt.
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:
No offense. A guy's got to score, doesn't he?
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